# ent

id: 22081
type: WORK_OF_ART
entity:
  Fielding''s _Tragedy of Tragedies or the Life and Death of Tom Thumb the Great with the Annotations of H. Scriblerus Secundus


id: 45939
type: WORK_OF_ART
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  "Item, my lorde usith and accustometh to gife yerly, when his lordschip is at home, to gyf to the kyngs shawmes, when they com to my lorde yerely, x_s.


id: 37031
type: WORK_OF_ART
entity:
  The Borderer''s Table Book: or Gatherings of the Local History and Romance of the English and Scottish Border


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id: 15618
title: The Loving Ballad of Lord Bateman
author: Thackeray, William Makepeace
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  The Loving Ballad Of Lord Bateman. The Loving Ballad Of Lord Bateman. [Illustration: Lord Bateman as he appeared previous to his embarkation.] [Illustration: The Turk''s daughter expresses a wish as Lord Bateman was And swore Lord Bateman she would let go free. [Illustration: The Turk''s daughter, bidding his Lordship farewell, is [Illustration: The Proud young Porter answers the door--] O ven she arrived at Lord Bateman''s castle, [Illustration: The Proud young Porter in Lord Bateman''s State Apartment] [Illustration: The young bride''s Mother is heard (for the first time) to [Illustration: The young bride comes on a horse and saddle] [Illustration: Lord Bateman, his other bride, and his favorite domestic, Lord Bateman then prepared another marriage, Lord Bateman''s character at this time, and his I vish Lord Bateman as you vos mine!] Lord Bateman''s eye is upon him, and he quails.] lady''s arrival on the shores of England, we find Lord Bateman in the


id: 21300
title: Cowboy Songs, and Other Frontier Ballads
author: Various
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  New Mexico, the old-time round-up is no more; the trails to Kansas and And said: "Old boy, I know we''re not to blame; He said, "Young man, come join our band and bid hard work farewell, "But I''ve got a home, boys, a good one, you all know, I am going right straight home, boys, ere all my money is gone. Come all you good old boys and listen to my rhymes, You work hard all day and come in at night, One day the old man went out to plow, Away out in old Texas, that great lone star state, Come all kind friends and kindred dear and Christians young and old, And back to dear old Texas, the cowboy''s native home." When I think of those good old days, my eyes with tears do fill; I''ll tell you, boys, in those days old-timers stood a show,--


id: 27401
title: Poems & Ballads (Second Series) Swinburne''s Poems Volume III
author: Swinburne, Algernon Charles
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  And the great king''s high sad heart, thy true last lover, And the lips and eyes that loved thee blind and dumb; We that love thee for our darkness shall have light Thou the word, the light, the life, the breath, the glory, God, the soul of earth is kindled with thy grace. Light of eyes that saw thy light, God, king, priest, poet, Shed thou some comfort from thy day long done Some late love of thine old live land should cling, Thou hadst thy short sweet fill of half-blown joy, Like things born of the sea and the bright day, The love that caught strange light from death''s own eyes,[1] Leave thy sweet light to rise upon the dead. Shall be for thee one spirit and thy son, Why let fall from thy hand love''s that were thine, Sweet was love to thee once; now in thine eyes


id: 27129
title: Lyrics from the Song-Books of the Elizabethan Age
author: nan
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  of Shelley, "Shall I come, sweet love, to thee" (p. From Fame''s desire, from Love''s delight retired (John Dowland) If thou long''st so much to learn, sweet boy, what ''tis to love (Campion) My sweetest Lesbia, let us live and love (Campion) Shall I come, sweet Love, to thee (Campion) Sweet Love, if thou wilt gain a monarch''s glory (Wilbye) Sweet Love, I will no more abuse thee (Weelkes) Thou art not fair, for all thy red and white (Campion and Rosseter) Toss not my soul, O Love, ''twixt hope and fear (John Dowland) Which love by thy sweet looks hath slain, Which love by thy sweet looks hath slain, If thou long''st so much to learn, sweet boy, what ''tis to love, When thy joys were thus at height, my love should turn from thee, Shall I come, sweet Love, to thee Had thy youth but wit to fear, thou couldst not love so dearly.


id: 22223
title: English Songs and Ballads
author: nan
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  Sing my fair Love good-morrow! COME, Sleep, and with thy sweet deceiving COME, Sleep, and with thy sweet deceiving My ships shall bring home rich jewels for thee, For but thou amend thee of thy life, ''I pray thee,'' he said, ''good John o'' the Scales, Like a flourishing young gallant, newly come to his land, O, stay and hear; your true love ''s coming, The dews shall weep thy fall to-night; But she looked in my face till my heart was like to break; Till he said: ''I''m come hame, love, to marry thee!'' Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes, Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes, And a'' is young and sweet like thee; And when at last thy love shall die, Sweet will thy welcome and bed of love be! ''There is none I love like thee.'' Thy heart, my life, my love, my bride,


id: 22081
author: Canning, George
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  Joseph Addison''s enthusiasm for ballad poetry (_Spectators_ 70, 74, 85) The feelings expressed in Addison''s essays on the ballads were part of His _Comment Upon the History of Tom Thumb_ appeared in _Tragedy of Tragedies or the Life and Death of Tom Thumb the Great with and proper Epic Poem_," having as "good right to that title, from its first Lines, and here our Author draws the Character of his Hero, and Demonstration to me that our Poet liv''d about that Age. It is asserted very positively in the later Editions of this Poem, that of _Virgil_, and tho'' we can''t suppose our Poet ever saw that Author, At the same time our Poet shews a laudable Partiality for his Hero, he Poem; that a Hero ought to be all that is great and good. heroes of the Poem." _Scriblerus_, though a man of learning, and

title:
  Parodies of Ballad Criticism (1711-1787) A Comment Upon the History of Tom Thumb, 1711, by William Wagstaffe; The Knave of Hearts, 1787, by George Canning


id: 22175
title: Stories from the Ballads, Told to the Children
author: MacGregor, Mary Esther Miller
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  One day her father sent for his daughter and said, ''Janet, ye may But the young Tamlane took the white hand of the lady Janet in in the days of long ago, she loved the young Tamlane. six little wee brothers,'' said the bonny young Etin. ''The lady Margaret is in her father''s hall, Hynde Etin,'' said the Then did he christen the lady Margaret''s seven little wee sons. But one day King Alymer heard the young prince''s voice as he Hynde Horn, and said, ''As long as the diamonds in this ring flash ''Old man,'' cried Hynde Horn, ''I have come from far across the And that very day King Horn was wedded to the beautiful Princess ''Now open thine eyes, Thomas,'' said the lady, ''and thou shalt see But a day came when the queen said to Thomas, At length one day the young laird went to his lady mother and,


id: 21723
title: Songs of the Cattle Trail and Cow Camp
author: nan
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  Cattle Trail and Cow Camp," my friend John Lomax has performed a real has often come to me in manuscript form as an original cowboy song. came into my ballad hopper while hunting cowboy songs as a Traveling cowboy at work and at play; hear the jingle of his big bell spurs, the Saw the sun roll up the ranges like the glory of the Lord; Ride his trail--I turned--my pardner flung his arm and stretched Plain to guide as we punchers ride night-herding the little stars, No man has looped a lion''s head and lived to drag the critter dead And turned their star herds loose to roam the ranges high and dim; ''Big Boston'' lead the trail herd, through little Pitchfork''s range. You know the one you liked the best?--the hang-man laid him low,-It winds--this old forgotten cattle trail-Went rangeing o''er the old Mackenzie Trail.


id: 26715
title: Victorian Songs: Lyrics of the Affections and Nature
author: nan
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  if my sweet love still a-dreaming lies, Kiss thy sweet lips silently. So many times do I love thee, dear. So many times do I love thee, dear. So many times do I love thee, dear. Let sleep kiss those bright eyes dry! Till Hope, Love''s light-winged herald, lifts the gloom And in my heart no dream of love. "O Love is like the roses, "O Love is like the roses, "O Love is like the roses, That love which lifts the heart, yet leaves The love-light in your eye. Do lovely things, not dream them, all day long; A time is now coming when Love must be gone, She comes,--at last, for Love''s sweet sake! Hope for fair morn, and love for day, Mirror your sweet eyes in mine, love, Mirror your sweet eyes in mine, love, Though night may love the day? But I forget the sweets of love


id: 26679
title: Wit and Mirth: or Pills to Purge Melancholy, Vol. 5 of 6
author: nan
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  That wou''d come to the Town, tho'' the Devil knows when, What should a Young Woman do with an old Man? The Misses there have each Man''s Time, his Money, nay, his Heart, Now Miss turn Night-walker, till Lord-Mayor''s Men she meets, For thou''st not the Face with a fair Maid to lie, _fa, la_, Fair Maid, quoth he, if thou earnest Fire in thy A---_Some good Man, and let this fair Maid go_. _Some good Man, and let this fair Maid go_. Let not thy poor Heart like a Ship be tost, And drink the King''s Health in a Mug, a Mug. Come then to the Queen let the next Advance, To go home with you again, Sir. And if you meet a Lady fair, The God of Love in thy bright Eyes, Let her Looks, her Love deny me: The good old Man and''s Wife;


id: 2831
title: A Bundle of Ballads
author: nan
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  The English men had their bows ybent, their hearts were good enow; Thou shalt have thy ransom free, I hight thee here this thing, He took the dead man by the hand, and said, "Wo is me for thee! "God have mercy on his soul," said King Harry, "good Lord, if thy will "God''s curse on his heart," said fair Al-ice, "Thou art the best archer," said the King, "This word shall be holde," said Little John, "Take thy good bow in thy hand," said Robin, "Now, an thou lose thy land," said Robin, Hast thou any friends," said Robin, "What shalt thou give him, Little John?" said Robin. "When shall my day be," said the knight, "They shall not come therein," said the knight, "Have here thy gold, sir abb-ot," said the knight, "Hast thou thy land again?" said Robin, "Hast thou any green cloth," said our king,


id: 6062
title: Pike County Ballads and Other Poems
author: Hay, John
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  And they never thought of the love of God "By His dread Name who shall one day come But never my eyes in the light of day From out thy lovely eyes, My love would light my night. And in thy voice is love. A sure love lights her eyes'' deep blue, Upon my life Love''s joy and truth, In what old days, in what far lands, "Lord of my life, my love, my soul! Let thy dear face shine like a star To life, love, lying at thy feet! Let smiles and sighs and loving eyes That dims the light of your lovely face ''Tis love that blinds my heart and eyes,-While shines her beauty like the day Her dead love comes like a passionate ghost Like the great love that binds my ruined heart Her eyes rise in my soul and make its day. Thy love our joy and shield!


id: 9405
title: The Book of Old English Ballads
author: Edwards, George Wharton
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  popular songs, so dear to the hearts of the generations on whose lips but as unlike the ballad of popular origin as the world of to-day is "Yeeld thee, Lord Percy," Douglas sayd And said, "Erle Douglas, for thy life Yet he, good king, in his old days, When day was come, and night was gone, When day was come, and night was gone, Such biding shall come to hand; "What is thy name?" then said Robin Hood, "What wilt thou give me," said Robin Hood, To help thee to thy true love again, "You shall have no music," quoth Robin Hood, "This is thy true love," Robin he said, Said Robin Hood to Little John, It shall not be long ere I come thee till," "There shall I bide thee," said the Douglas, "There shall I bide thee," said the Douglas, "Thither shall I come," said Sir Harry Percy, "For Jesu''s love," said Sir Harry Percy,


id: 11236
title: Old Ballads
author: Various
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  The summer nights are coming, love, The summer nights are coming, love, My love is like the red red rose For loving or liking he little did care, where shall I my true love find? Wakes in my soul some charm of lovely Sue. Though battle call me from thy arms, Let heart and voice and all agree to say, "Long live the King!" But she lookit in my face till my heart was like to break; Till he said, "I''m come back for to marry thee." Come live with me and be my love. Come live with me and be my love. ''Twas all along of loving these I could not love thee, dear, so much, I could not love thee, dear, so much, I could not love thee, dear, so much, O Nanny, can''st thou love so true, And when at last thy love shall die,


id: 7535
title: A Book of Old Ballads — Complete
author: nan
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  old ballad-mongers must have had-the sort of love which takes a man on Sayes, Christ thee save, thou proud portèr; O let that man come downe, he said, ''Tis well thou''rt come back to keep thy day; Thou hast brought him a pardon from good King John. But thou mayst fayle of thy purpose, quoth John, Methinkes by this bowe thou beares in thy hande Iff thou wilt sell thy landes soe broad, For but thou amend thee of thy life, I pray thee, he said, good John o'' the Scales, Thou must tell me, Lord Howard said, Looke that thy word be true, thou said; "How should''st thou, fair lady, love me, Thy fair wordes make me suspect thee: "The like fall ever to thy share, most fair ladie." Thou seemest, quoth shee, a knight full good, Nowe Christe thee save, thou little foot-page, "And come thou forth, Sir John the knighte,


id: 7531
title: A Book of Old Ballads — Volume 1
author: nan
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  that the eyes of the old ballad-singers were turned outwards, while the The authors of the old ballads wrote when the world was young, and old ballad-mongers must have had-the sort of love which takes a man on In the ballad of King Estmere, for When she came to the kings faire courte, Now Christ thee save, good kyng Adland; Sayes, Christ thee save, thou proud portèr; Saies, Stable thy steed, thou proud harper, Thou speakst proud words, sayes the king of Spaine, Saies, Sell me thy harpe, thou proud harper, ''Tis well thou''rt come back to keep thy day; Thou hast brought him a pardon from good King John. Thy rest at home shall bee Now tell me thy name, good fellowe, sayd he, Ah deere Lady, sayd Robin Hood, ''thou O I will none of thy gold, sayd Robin, Sir King, she hath within thy hall


id: 7533
title: A Book of Old Ballads — Volume 3
author: nan
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  Give owre zour house, ze lady fair, I know thee well, an erle thou art; Yeeld thee, Lord Percy, Douglas sayd Thou seemest, quoth shee, a knight full good, Nowe Christe thee save, thou little foot-page, Nowe hye thee backe, thou little foot-page, Nowe hye thee backe, thou little foot-page, And let thy fair ladye know O ladye, thou with a knighte so true "And come thou forth, Sir John the knighte, Nowe loud thou lyest, Sir John the knight, But light nowe downe, my ladye faire, "Nowe hold thy hand, thou bold baròn, I pray thee hold thy hand, Childe Waters was a woe man, good Lord, He said, Come hither, thou fair Ellèn, Shee sayd, Rise up, thou Childe Watèrs, I wold thy father were a king, Thou art welcome, Sir, sayd hee. God give thee joy of them, sayd the king, What craftsman art thou, said the king,


id: 7532
title: A Book of Old Ballads — Volume 2
author: nan
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  Iff thou wilt sell thy landes soe broad, Good store of gold Ile give thee heere, Then thou wilt spend thy land so broad, And thou wilt spend thy gold so free: For but thou amend thee of thy life, I pray thee, he said, good John o'' the Scales, Sayd, Turn againe, thou heire of Linne; Some time thou wast a well good lord; Thou must tell me, Lord Howard said, Looke that thy word be true, thou said; "Wherever thou land this will bury thee." And grant me thy love, my prettye Bessee. Yett hee is the father of pretty Bessee. The blind beggars daughter a lady to bee. For the love that thou bearest to pretty Bessee. And thou art well worthy a lady to bee. "How should''st thou, fair lady, love me, To pray for thee and for thy love I will not miss.


id: 7534
title: A Book of Old Ballads — Volume 4
author: nan
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  [Illustration: King Leir & his three daughters headpiece] Yet he, good king, in his old days, Or got ye''t aff a drownd man''s hand?" Old John Brown''s body lies a mould''ring in the grave, Old John Brown''s body lies a mould''ring in the grave, I prythee, sweet-heart, then tell to mee, Tell men of high condition, Tell love, it is but lust; Who watch him night and day; At last the dead man walked no more But in the heart of every man For this man''s face was white with fear, To tell the men who tramp the yard That men have made for Man, Till it weeps both night and day: The man had killed the thing he loved, The man had killed the thing he loved, The man had killed the thing he loved, The man had killed the thing he loved, And all men kill the thing they love,


id: 11260
title: The Kiltartan History Book
author: Gregory, Lady
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  So there came a girl to the house one day, and the Goban Saor "One time some great king or lord sent for the Goban to build a and told the wife he was sent home the second time, she began to think, of the house brought out the ten pounds, and the Goban said ''Keep that and gave it to the Goban, and he got the caubeen and went away with it, time long ago the Danes came and took the country and conquered it, and Well, after some time the priest came to O''Connell''s house, and he found Parnell was no bad man, but Dan O''Connell''s name went up higher in "O''Connell came to Galway one time, and he sent for all the trades to "O''Connell wore his hat in the English House of Commons, what no man but O''Connell, and he left the country and went away and died in some place


id: 33404
title: Wit and Mirth: or Pills to Purge Melancholy, Vol. 6 of 6
author: nan
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  Whilst _Phillis_ is Drinking, Love and Wine in alliance, _A_ SONG _in the Loves of_ MARS _and_ VENUS _Set by Mr._ J. But all, all, all, all, all, all the Joy. _A_ SONG _in the Loves of_ MARS _and_ VENUS, _Set by Mr._ J. Then let _Aurelia_ live to Day. _A_ SONG _Sung by Mrs._ PRINCE _in the_ Agreeable Disappointment. _A_ SONG _Sung by Mrs._ AYLIFF _in the Play call''d_ Love Triumphant: No Rebel e''er shall gar my Heart to Love: And fight with bonny Lads that love their Monarchy and King, _A_ SONG _in the Comedy call''d_ Sir Anthony Love: _Or_, The Rambling Tho'' your Love cannot come, let your pity appear; When _Sylvia_ was kind, and Love play''d in her Eyes, Tho'' I love and she knows it, she cares not, Know Cruel Maid, I''m God of Love, Pray Sir, let me know; Then to her new Love let her go,


id: 35402
title: Poems & Ballads (First Series)
author: Swinburne, Algernon Charles
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  By thy chief name I charge thee, thou strong god, Nay, for I love thee, I will have thy hands, The sweet sea, mother of loves and hours, Thy sweet hard kisses are strong like wine, Thy lips are bitter, and sweet thine heart. My life is bitter with thy love; thine eyes I have lived long enough, having seen one thing, that love hath an In the sweet low light of thy face, under heavens untrod by the sun, Lift up thy lips, turn round, look back for love, In the last days like earth thy face shall be, And as the thing thou seest thy face shall be, Love where thou wilt, and live thy life; and I, Shall God make a pact with thee, till his hook be found in thy sides? Thy lips cannot laugh and thine eyes cannot weep; thou art pale as a


id: 37738
title: English and Scottish Ballads, Volume II
author: nan
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  I''m bidden gang till yon lady''s bower, THE OLD BALLAD OF LITTLE MUSGRAVE AND THE LADY BARNARD. "So have I loved you, fair lady, And thou [a] fair lady in thine armes,-"O wae be to thee, Lady Margaret," he said, To hae sweet Willie slain, my dear, Till the Clerk''s twa sons fell deep in love present, and in the Appendix is _Sweet Willie and Fair Maisry_, from Till Lord Gregory come to land. "O mak my bed, lady mother," he says, Out o'' the lady''s grave grew a bonny red rose, and Fair Ellinor_, is given from the _Collection of Old Ballads_, the unfortunate Love of Lord Thomas and Fair Ellinor, together with Sweet Willie and fair Annie Sweet Willie and fair Annie Sweet Willie and fair Annie There wilt thou come and meet thy love, "What will ye leave to your true-love, Lord Donald, my son?


id: 38416
title: English and Scottish Ballads, Volume IV
author: nan
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  And he''s call''d her his bonny love, Lady Jane. Till he fell in love wi'' the king''s daughter, There''s a bonny young lady to come; Till Lady Jean fell in love with Captain Ogilvie, That young man''s love was ill to trow; That young man''s love was sae ill to win, I never loved a man but thee." "O come away, my lady fair, To lord, nor lady, nor fair England. "How should''st thou, fair lady, love me, 25 Thy fair words make me suspect thee; "Commend me to thy loving lady; [To pray] for thee and for thy love I will not miss. "The like fall ever to thy share, most fair lady." "Lady fair, content thee; 175 Thou dost loath me, I love thee, though cause of my death. "O God thee save, thou lady sweet, 15 Or thou must go thy love without." "O lady sweet, stand thou on thy feet,


id: 38037
title: English and Scottish Ballads, Volume III
author: nan
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  But there''s thrice as fair a ladie as thee Till my love comes to hand. Till I see with Bewick thou save thy head." Till frae the King''s court Marie Hamilton, The Queen''s Maries were four young ladies of the highest families in "Sir knighte, my father is a kinge, Childe Waters was a woe man, good Lord, "Nowe Christe thee save, thou little foot-page, "And come thou forth, Sir John the knighte; English story, King Henry, Queen Eleanor, Sir Aldingar (the resemblance Then said the King, "Come here, Sir Knight, Says,--"Lady, ye my love shall be, Says,--"Lady, ye my love shall be, Then, sighing, said the lady fair, The lord said to his ladie, 5 The lord said to his ladie, 5 The lord said to his ladie, 5 He said, "Ride on, my lady fair, Whare is this fair young lady frae? Monie a lord and fair ladie 55


id: 37031
title: English and Scottish Ballads, Volume I
author: nan
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  "ANCIENT AND MODERN SCOTTISH SONGS, Heroic Ballads, &c." By DAVID "Ancient Songs and Ballads, from the Reign of King Henry the Second to "ROBIN HOOD: A Collection of all the Ancient Poems, Songs and Ballads, "A Collection of Ancient and Modern Scottish Ballads, Tales, and "The Suffolk Garland: or a Collection of Poems, Songs, Tales, Ballads, "What knight art thou," the lady sayd, "Why if I helpe thee not, thou noble King Arthur, "Shee witched me, being a faire young lady, "Come kisse her, brother Kay," then said Sir Gawaine, King Arthur beheld that lady faire, 210 Leew: ''The Bretons supposen, that he [King Arthur] shall come yet and "The lady shall bring forth a son, "Take this sword in thy hand, thou noble King, the king of Elfland''s castle is?"--"I cannot tell thee," said the "Go on yet a little farther," said the hen-wife, "till thou come to a


id: 39627
title: English and Scottish Ballads, Volume V
author: nan
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  "Hast thou either meat or drink," said Robin Hood, "And that is meat good enough," said Robin Hood, Quoth bold Robin Hood, "Thou dost prate like an ass, "Yonder is John, bold Robin Hoods man, "Why, what wouldst thou have?" said Robin Hood, "O hold thy hand," said Robin Hood then, "Gods blessing on thy heart," said Robin Hood, "I am Little John, Robin Hoods man, "What is thy name?" then said Robin Hood, "What wilt thou give me," said Robin Hood, 45 "I hold it good," said Robin Hood, 35 "O what shall I do," said Robin Hood then, "If thou be Robin Hood," said the old wife, I am Robin Hood, thy master good, "You shall be sworn," said bold Robin Hood, Said Robin Hood to Little John, "Is this Robin Hood?" now said the king; "Then come hither, Little John," said Robin Hood, And I Robin Hood, and thou Little John, 95


id: 39766
title: English and Scottish Ballads, Volume VI
author: nan
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  "Come had thy tongue, thou silly blind Harper, "Come haud thy tongue, thou silly wench! "Come, cease thy allacing, thou silly blind Harper, "I bring nae news," said the gray-headed carle, Last Good-night, shewing how John Armstrong, with his eightscore men, I will hang up thy eightscore men and thee." To see sae mony brave men die. "I''m come to ''plain o'' your man, fair Johnie Armstrong, The day is come that thou maun die;" I wan him frae his man, fair Johnie Armstrong, "Where did thou get fair Johnie Armstrong''s horse?" "But wilt thou sell me fair Johnie Armstrong''s horse? And Hobie Noble, come to set thee free." "I wat weel no," quo'' the good auld man; Said--"Man, there''s naething in thy house, man who should that day cut off the head or hand of Lord Maxwell. "We''ll turn again," said good Lord John;-Quo'' he, "Man, thou''s hae leave to speak,


id: 41044
title: English and Scottish Ballads, Volume VII
author: nan
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  "Yield thee, Lord Piercy," Douglas said; And said, "Earl Douglas, for thy life "Thou must tell me," Lord Howard said, "Fight on, my men," Sir Andrewe sais, Then word went through Sir Andrews men, Lord Howard tooke a sword in hand, Till they come to my brother kings high land." James the Fourth, King of Scots, with an inferior army of 15,000 men, Whilst the royal King Henrie came weeping away. "Hold upp thy head, man," quoth his lord, Browne, an English-man, which was the king''s chamberlaine, prevented Some Angus and Fife men, they ran for their life, man, His king, and his country, an'' a'', man, 60 And cry''d, God save the King, man. "A hundred men," the king then said, Then said King William to his men, 65 They''ll fight with heart and hand, man; Gave check unto the king, man. Yet he, good king, in his old days,


id: 41298
title: English Songs and Ballads
author: nan
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  Sing my fair Love good-morrow! Come, Sleep, and with thy sweet deceiving Come, Sleep, and with thy sweet deceiving My ships shall bring home rich jewels for thee, For but thou amend thee of thy life, I pray thee, he said, good John o'' the Scales, Like a flourishing young gallant, newly come to his land, O, stay and hear; your true love''s coming, The dews shall weep thy fall to-night; But she looked in my face till my heart was like to break; Till he said: ''I''m come hame, love, to marry thee!'' Flow gently, I''ll sing thee a song in thy praise; Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes, And a'' is young and sweet like thee; And when at last thy love shall die, Sweet will thy welcome and bed of love be! ''There is none I love like thee.'' Thy heart, my life, my love, my bride,


id: 42585
title: The Ballads & Songs of Derbyshire With Illustrative Notes, and Examples of the Original Music, etc.
author: nan
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  And said, good sir, awhile rest ye, I will none of thy gold, sir prince, said Humphrey then, And said, farewell, Sir William, fair and free. If I shall dye, said the Lord Strange then, not least, his faithful friend and follower, _Little John_, is said A very good Ballad of bold _Robin Hood_, Then come hither little _John_, said _Robin Hood_, Said _Robin Hood_, Lady fair, whether away, Said _Robin Hood_, reach me that Buck, little _John_, I will not faith, said bold _Robin_; come _John_, It will be seen that in the ballad Little John is said to have been My name is John Little, a man of good mettle; Another good old Derbyshire hunting song is the following, which There I shall know who made the old man pass; Of God, nor of good man, wee stoode in little awe. Good Lord, be thou to us near!


id: 43825
title: English and Scottish Ballads, Volume VIII
author: nan
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  "The common popular ballad of _King John and the Abbot_," says Percy, "Tis well thou''rt come back to keepe thy day: "Ile make thee lord abbot this day in his place!" Thou hast brought him a pardon from good King John." Thou art a strong thiefe; yon come thy fellowes 155 "Why, what dost thou think of me," quoth our king merrily, "Thou dost abuse me much," quoth the king, "saying thus; 25 "If thou beest a true man," then quoth the miller, Let me see, hear thou mee; tell to our king, 35 "Welcome, sir knight," quoth he, "with your gay lady; "I pray thee," he said, "good John o'' the Scales, turned to him and said, "I go, but thou shalt tarry till my coming." "O, what dost thee mean, fair lady?" said he, The old knight said to her, "I pry''thee tell me,


id: 43691
author: Hindley, Charles
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  "A COLLECTION of Books and Wood-cuts of James Catnach, late of Seven ha''penny!_ Presently we saw the man turn into a wide court-like place, Times of James Catnach--late of Seven Dials--Ballad Monger." And for the scraps of information we had obtained, we wrote to our old friend, Mr. John Morgan, on the subject, and from him we received the letters that Catnach got on like a house on fire printing Religious Sheets, then and the Red Barn, so that is the way Catnach got on from a poor man to of the publication of the Life and Times of James Catnach--late of Seven Of the early life of John Catnach, (_Kat-nak_), the father, we have little John Catnach had a great relish for printing such works as would admit of London life to John Catnach proved very disastrous, matters never went or, "_Old Jemmy_" Catnach commenced business in Seven Dials it took all

title:
  The History of the Catnach Press at Berwick-Upon-Tweed, Alnwick and Newcastle-Upon-Tyne, in Northumberland, and Seven Dials, London


id: 45242
title: Popular British Ballads, Ancient and Modern, Vol. 2 (of 4)
author: nan
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  The lady said, "ere we climb yon hill, |O where hae ye been a'' day, Lord Donald, my son? O where hae ye been a'' day, my jolly young man?" What will ye leave to your father, my jolly young man?" "What will ye leave to your true-love, Lord Donald, my son? What will ye leave to your true-love, my jolly young man?" Says--"Like ye best the old lady, When he came to his lady''s bower door And he''s call''d her his bonny love, Lady Jane. "This is a merry morning," said Little John, "Thou shall bear thine own," said Little John, "Were thou not my master," said little John, "Fro whence come ye," said Little John; Shall thou never come at our king Said, "Hide me now, my lady fair, "O tell me mair, young man," she said, The lady went home with a heart full of love,


id: 45244
title: Popular British Ballads, Ancient and Modern, Vol. 4 (of 4)
author: nan
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  "''_Tis_ fair," she said on looking forth, Lone maidens heard it far away, and leap''d out When he set his face to the sea by night: And the red blood brak frae the dead white But ye camena nigh me till day came by me Than I wad stand at a strange man''s hand, White wine and red for the king''s daughter. But her blue eyes look far away And the nights went by like moaning wind, And the nights like rushing wind. ''Twas the dead of night, and in the light our For he knew the place like his mother''s face (or in a white man''s heart! And he cried all day till his lips grew white, And her eyes were like the night For God shall be our king to-day, Till evening their blood fell fast like rain; Yet life-like to this day And his long day''s ride shall bound his land,


id: 45241
title: Popular British Ballads, Ancient and Modern, Vol. 1 (of 4)
author: nan
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  And thou a fair lady in thine arms,-Till he came to the good lord Perse. With his fair lady, dear pretty Bessee. "Thou must tell me thy name," says Charles, my lord Howard, "Look that thy words be true thou said; The gipsies came to our good lord''s gate, And my lord shall nae mair come near me." And my lord shall nae mair come near me." And my lord shall nae mair come near me." Child Waters was a woe man, good Lord, "Peace now," he said, "good, fair Ellen, He said, "Busk on you, fair lady, Says,--"Lady, ye my love shall be, Says,--"Lady, ye my love shall be, Said, "Lady fair, will ye loup on?" Then, sighing, said the lady fair, "Gods curse on his heart," said fair Alice, "Ah, dear Lady," said Robin Hood, "Come hither, thou good Sir Guy, I gie thee till the day thou die,


id: 45243
title: Popular British Ballads, Ancient and Modern, Vol. 3 (of 4)
author: nan
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  Let not vain sorrow rive thy heart, "Yet stay, fair lady: rest awhile "Yet stay, fair lady, turn again, My lord was like the opening eyes of day, He seeks thy love; who, coward, in the night, The field thou hast won, by yon bright god of day!" When dead, in her true love''s arms, she fell, Who now like knight and lady seem, "Come thou hither, my little foot-page, "My lady, each night, sought the lonely light, And say, ''Come this night to thy lady''s bower; The lady look''d through the chamber fair, "Lady, I know who sleeps by thy side; The lovely lady, Christabel! The lovely lady, Christabel! From the lovely lady''s cheek-And Christabel saw the lady''s eye, "I fear thee and thy glittering eye, Lady Ann, thy love''s been deep, "Sir knight,--thy lady''s bower to me I will be lady of his love,


id: 45941
author: nan
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  king Arthur, and this knight had a fair horne all garnished with Nowe yielde thee, Arthur, and thy lands, Arthur, thou hast said thy message, which is the most villainous and Sayd, Nowe sir king Arthur, God save thee, and see! But say to sir Ryence, thou dwarf, quoth the king, the old Welsh Bards, who believed that King Arthur was not dead, "but Then twelve good knightes king Arthure chose, 25 Sir knighte, thou hast beene faithfulle tryde, Childe Waters was a woe man, good Lord,[174] 1. _Lord Thomas and Fair Annet_, (see book iii. I graunt thee leave, quoth Guye, goe drink thy last,[279] 55 Let me see, hear thou mee; tell to our king, 35 Welcome, sir knight, quoth he, with your gay lady: "Sir knight, thy lady beares a son, 85 Sir king, she hath within thy hall Arthur (King), Poems on, III. _King Arthur''s Death_, III.

title:
  Reliques of Ancient English Poetry, Volume 3 (of 3) Consisting of Old Heroic Ballads, Songs and Other Pieces of Our Earlier Poets Together With Some Few of Later Date


id: 45939
author: nan
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  actually preferred the ballad-writer''s songs to those of the minstrel. Percy collected so many facts concerning the old minstrels, that it is (amongst others) the old ballad of _Lord Thomas and Fair Eleanor_, Ancient Ballads_, printed for the Percy Society in 1845, writes as "A Collection of Old Ballads, corrected from the best and most ancient _Ancient and Modern Scottish Songs, Heroic Ballads_, &c., a work which published his "Ancient Ballads and Songs of the North of Scotland, his work _Scottish Traditional Versions of Ancient Ballads_ (Percy National English Airs, consisting of Ancient Song, Ballad and Dance original song, which appeared rude even in the time of Sir Philip, and The following Ballad is (in this present edition) printed from an old Percy, according to this ballad, and our old English reader will see, in this ballad, the character of the old Minstrels song or ballad [Ff] wherein a minstrel or harper appears, but he

title:
  Reliques of Ancient English Poetry, Volume 1 (of 3) Consisting of Old Heroic Ballads, Songs and Other Pieces of Our Earlier Poets Together With Some Few of Later Date


id: 45940
author: nan
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  a more perfect copy printed in _Ancient Songs, from the time of King "Ile giue thee 40 dayes," said our King, Thou art welcome, sir, sayd hee. God give thee joy of them, sayd the king, 45 What craftsman art thou, said the king, 65 Thou art a strong thiefe, yon come thy fellowes 155 For but thou amend thee of thy life, Some time thou wast a well good lord: Thou must tell me, lord Howard said, Looke that thy word be true, thou said; 30 "thou shalt haue 600 men," saith our King, "thou must tell me thy name," sais Charles, my Lord Haward, "looke that thy words be true thou sayd; "How should''st thou, fair lady, love me, 25 And like a page Ile follow thee, where''er thou go.[692] Good Lord, long preserve my king, prince, and queene, 55 Thou hast brought him a pardon from good king John.

title:
  Reliques of Ancient English Poetry, Volume 2 (of 3) Consisting of Old Heroic Ballads, Songs and Other Pieces of Our Earlier Poets Together With Some Few of Later Date


id: 56625
title: Songs of the West Folk Songs of Devon & Cornwall Collected from the Mouths of the People
author: Sheppard, H. Fleetwood (Henry Fleetwood)
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  day, sing hour after hour, one song following another with little traditional ballads set to ancient modal melodies have passed away. This man, Harry Westaway, knew many old songs. "Garland of Country Songs." A month later, poor old Hard was found day only, was unable to sing, but could recite the words of ballads; "Thou art the boy," the old man said, I call''d unto my loving wife, and "Coming Sir!" said she, I call''d unto my loving wife, and "Coming Sir!" said she, I called unto my loving wife, and "Coming Sir!" said she, The words of the song are to be found in a collection of early ballad Mawgan in Pyder, sang the same ballad or song to the same tune, and corrupt the current versions of the old song, printed on Broadsides Crocodile" is a very popular ballad among old song-men, but no one


